Post by Exaccus on Nov 11, 2016 11:58:07 GMT -5
Exaccus
Name: Exaccus
Age: 25
Gender: Male
Race: Bio Android (Crocolisk: Repressed form, Milkian: High Intelligence, Namekian: Regeneration)
Homeworld: Earth
Starting Planet: Earth
Appearance:
Larval Form
Exaccus's Repressed larval form appears to be a hulking quadrupedal insect covered in thick but supple iridescent black chitinous plates covering his artifical thickly layered and densely packed musculature stood on four comparatively slender legs ending in wickedly barbed and viciously hooked zydactyl digits lined with extremely fine dark purple fur and a pair of of rounded segments reminiscent of a beetles wingcasing clamped to his barrel torso giving him the eerie alien beauty of a Bio-mechanical master-work with a pair of cunning violet eyes resting motionless in their sockets, observing the world around them with great intelligence over the clicking mandibles that his form otherwise belies.
In his unrepressed state his body looses a great deal of its volume as its powerfully packed sinews condense heavily, greatly increasing his physical strength and constitutional hardness, chitinous plates becoming sleeker and more tightly interlocked as they're drawn together by his contracted muscles and his wing cases become more pronounced, slightly less rotund coming to blunt points, the purple fur that serves as insulation along the gaps of his natural armour bristle with aggitation as his energies run rampant throughout his nervous system and even his ees seem to glow dimly with the power surging through them now more of a slender, sleek work of art than a bulky if not unimpressive bio-tech engine block.
Backstory:
Exaccus's earliest memories are of him floating in brightly illuminated neutrient laden fluidss beyond which layed darkness permiated only be the rythmatic flashing of computers and machines working silently on their tasks around him like the twinkling of artifical stars as dreams and reality freely flowed into each other as immessurable time passed in his artifical womb, embryonic body barely self aware.
The peace of his early life was however not to last, he quickly matured as his creator had intended to fulfil his purpose as a living weapon of terror and found himself ripped from his inccubation pod and thrust into the wilds surrounding west city; his creator assuming that exaccus's mind was as simplistic as his bulky bio-mechanical insectoid frame suggested, he assumed that he would remain a creature of pure instinct and primal urges until acheiving his more humanoid metamorphosis and whilst exaccus had no grasp of spoken language or academic knowledge he was far from unintelligent, able to eke out an existence in the wilds, feeding on the energies of creatures much weaker than himself or mortally wounded predators.
His creator for their part, dismissed him as a failure, his lack of aggression towards the sentien races was seen as instinctual cowardice and needless to say, a poor quality for a living weapon to have and so abandond him to what he assumed would be a life of mediocre existance in the forrests preying on median lifeforms for mere survival
His plan had worked.
Techniques
Offense Tiers
- [OT2]Catalyst Cannon
[50% PL Damage]
[li][OT1]Metabolic Energy Blast[/li]
A Dark purple energy beam fired from Exaccus's Mouth
[25% PL damage]
[li][OT1]Explosive Wave[/li]
An omnidirectional blast of dark purple Ki that errupts forth from Exaccus
[25% PL Damage]
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Support Tiers
- [ST1]Ki Supression
- [ST1]Ki Sensing
- [ST1]Flight
Unique Tiers
N/A
Inventory:
500 Zeni
Old Spacepod
Roleplay Example:
Exaccus has remained motionless in contemplation as he stood at the precipice of what he knew to be west city's outskirts, tall Hoi-Poi Capsule towers and small homes alike in the distance, windows a glow with pale yellow light, making the cold wind sweeping through the trees and out accross the city feel colder yet though it was of no concern to him, it was simply his Neural Diagnostic Nodes telling him that the temperature was low he had no feeling of what cold actually was.
For a few moments more he stood there, in his bulky form before suddenly and without any warning he began to skitter towards the City scape, surely he had nothing to fear if he caused no harm? his implanted knowledge of history had made it known that the extremely alien namekians and Majin were more or less tollerated on this planet, why should he be any different?
Wandering aimlessly around the city for what felt like an eternity he was snapped from his internal ponderings by the sounds of struggle from one of the darker alleyways two rather burly human males in dark clothes had cornered a much slenderer female in a dark red dress, metal knives glinting in the moonlight as their crooked voices made threats and demands.
Exaccus wasn't used to anger, he felt the tightness in his abdomen and the heat in his blood, that these two wicked beings would dare to use might to impose themselves on others deeply upset him and so rather uncharacteristically of himself he decided to intervine with little more thought, opening his mandibles wide and unleashing a compact blast of his energies at the ground behind them, more for noise and light than for damage to draw their attention away from the female human and reared on to his hind legs with an inhuman screech once they'd turned to face him.
The reaction was immediant, the crooks graped the woman by her arm and callously threw her to the ground before him as they bolted for their lives screaming like pigs as they fled, leaving their would be victim terror stricken before him, her light skin paled by the cold and sheer terror of his appearance and grazed from the rough treatment that had befallen her she almost immediately feinted with a slight whimper.
This was not unexpected, Exaccus understood that his appearance would be distressing to others, particularly arachnophobes or entophobes and held no ill will towards the young lady, gently grasping the scruff of her coat he took flight heading towards the safer suburban area, hovering momentarily over a dimly lit police station for a moment before gentaly lowering himself and his passanger onto the concrete of the front step and banging his foreleg against the door for attention before clumsily pulling his bulky form back into the skies and retreating to the forest for the evening.
Reward Requested: Power Level
